User blog comment:Corsairs' Vengeance/@comment-2246928-20150206164909

Captain Diagro of the Flameblade looked out towards the horizon from aboard his ship, his tattered finery whipping roguishly behind him in the gale. His paw clutched the handle of the flamberge in his bloodred sash, gripping the sword in anticipation as his eyes gleamed in the wicked red dawnlight, glancing over the approaching landmass, yet another for him to burn and pillage in his eternal lust for violence... Mossflower!

The searat grinned savagely, balancing upon the highest deck of his galleon as it soared through the crashing waves, its pendants flowing, its sails fat with the rising winds. From the Western Shore, one would think it some monstrous predator scouring over the seas, bringing its cruel Master ever closer...

Mossflower!

''Mossflower! ''